WARNING: My opinion ahead!
Yesterday I was actually in tears over the inhumane murder of Cecil, a partially tame lion in Zimbabwe. I wrote a post about it, and as I am prone to do when I’m writing with a lot of emotion, I set it aside until I had time to reflect. (Yup, I’ve been accused of paralysis by analysis more than once.)
This morning I was so glad I hadn’t posted because someone with a lot more influence summed up my feelings far better than I ever could.
Thanks Jimmy, for putting my thoughts into words so beautifully. You even went to that “manhood” thing that I was thinking, but avoiding.
In my fantasy world, Walter James Palmer of Eden Park, Minnesota, Theo Bronkhorst of Zimbabwe and Honest Ndlovu, also of Zimbabwe, would be placed into a den with at least 3 lions. Let’s see how manly these guys are without bait or a weapon.
Of course I recognize that this issue is much bigger than game hunting, trophy hunting, or hunting in general. We start with a society that rewards and fawns over those who spend their holiday stalking and killing another being, throw in a bunch of people who have so much money that they think they have the right to kill anything they want, and then mix it all up in an impoverished nation with an allegedly corrupt government. Bingo. The solution will involve more than destroying Walter James Palmer’s dental practice – those in Zimbabwe (and other nations) will have to find a way to prevent their own people from enabling poaching and illegal hunting.
Until yesterday I was on the fence about things like fox hunting and game hunting. Cecil’s painful, unnecessary death pushed me over to the animal side of the fence. It’s not much, but maybe if a few of us are really moved and we speak out then there will never be another Cecil, or another Walter James Palmer who thinks it’s ‘fun’ to spend his holiday killing an animal.